"The price of the people of the domain, the master of the Weiyuan, the great Bang Weiping, the great Zongweihan. Waidvining, Zongzi Weicheng. Don't be afraid of the city, don't be afraid. ”

Xin Wu saw clearly, it turned out that what was written here was a text from the "Book of Songs, Daya, Board", he didn't know if he could read the standard, so he went directly to the study, and took the pen and ink and blank bamboo slips, and then on it, wrote a few words that were also in the big seal style: "The Book of Poetry, Daya, Board, Seven."

Seeing these six words written by Cong'er, Xiang Dad was shocked!

You must know that the article written in the "Book of Songs" about the patriarchal system of the Western Zhou Dynasty can only be read by historians in the court, and the folk transmission is almost zero, and this three-year-old son can accurately confirm the source of this text, which is really unbelievable.

Even if you can read and write, can you understand the meaning? Xiang Dad gently put down the bamboo slips written by Cong'er, then grabbed Cong'er's arms, smiled at him and said, "Chong'er, can you explain to your father, this text is a meaning?" ”

Xin Wu thought for a while, how can this hierarchy of people in this hierarchy, each performing their own duties and responsibilities, can express this hierarchy? He looked around, and saw that on his father's table, there were several plates of pastries, and beautiful containers for them. So, he took a tray of very beautiful clay texture, and then put several beautiful pastries on the tray, and arranged them in a very orderly manner; Then he emptied the pile of pastries, leaving only this one tray, then took the plate in his left hand, stretched out an index finger in his right hand, pointed to the plate, and pointed to the sky, and put out the word "one"; Then, he threw the plate straight to the ground, and the plate shattered.

This frightened the other children, as well as the servants, all of whom bowed their heads in trembling for fear of attracting the wrath of their masters. But what made Xiang's father fully understand, and at the same time, it was Cong'er's mother, Mrs. Xiang, and the two hall masters were secretly happy, and this test was a success far beyond expectations.

It turned out that Cong'er compared the tray containing food to a "city", the patriarch of this group of "pastries", and its duty was to "undertake and defend these pastries and protect the clansmen"; But it is only one and is very lonely, so Cong'er compares the word "one", but if he breaks himself into seven or eight petals because he is afraid of loneliness, then he can no longer take on the function of "supporting, accommodating, and protecting".

What is it to think of such a clever metaphor and break a clay plate?

For this child's wisdom, intelligence, courage, and toughness, these characters are simply a portrayal of Xiang Dad's own character!

"What about your own own life? This body is fierce, there is a bowl of talk, there is a plate, just like me, you can't talk! Xiang Dad saw the shadow of his character from this child's body, which was really an unexpected happy event, so to speak, from this moment on, he was really proud of this child as his son "Xiang Zhong".

Xiang Dad smiled and nodded at Cong'er, then took out a piece of "jade pendant" from his arms, solemnly handed it to Cong'er, and said, "From today on, you are the owner of this jade pendant." When you're fifteen, you can pick up words from it, how about that? ”

Cong'er didn't expect that the exam he experienced today would directly skip the grade to something that should have been done in twelve years: "Guanli".

can prepare for the "crown ceremony" so early, and grant the family an exclusive jade pendant, even his half-brother Xiang Zheng, does not have this treatment, although this brother is only eight years old, it can be regarded as reading some poetry books, learning some words, and some, or teaching to his father in person, but compared to this Xiang Zhong brother, the level difference is not a level at all.

When the servants saw that the master was not angry, they took care of the broken trays on the ground, and took away all the pastries scattered on the table in front of the doctor, and took away all the wooden trays, and brought a new clay tray with a new clay tray in perfect condition, on which a beautiful pastry was placed again.

Cong'er carefully put away the jade pendant, and after giving his father a new salute, he returned to his seat, feeling a little proud, but he still forced himself to hold back, not letting the corners of his mouth rise too obviously.

"From today onwards, he really 'recognized' me." Cong'er understood in his heart the meaning of this jade pendant, which was quite weighty.

Xiang Dad sat down again, remembered the sound of "singing" he heard when he first entered the door, and looked at the two little girls' seats, and said to them, "Singing and singing?" ”

Shang Wu looked frightened, stood up gently, and rushed to the doctor Shi Li's head, and replied in a slightly weak voice: "I, Shang Rong's niece Shang Wu." ”

Xiang Dad nodded, looked at her with a smile and said, "Don't be surprised, I'm just a little late, before I arrive, I don't think I can trouble you to dance more than once, and enjoy it?" ”

Shang Wu glanced at his brother Shang You, he immediately got up and replied loudly to Doctor Xiang: "In Xia Shang You, Shang Rong's eldest son, it is our honor to be able to sing and dance for Doctor Zuo, why bother?" That is, please ask your sister to dance "Good Woman" again, please watch the doctor! ”

After receiving his brother's order, Shang Wu once again picked up the Yu on the desk, returned to the open space in the middle of the main hall, and began to dance again.

This kind of "martial dance", because the theme is the good life of the female general's wife, in the same see of the war, military disasters, especially the Song Kingdom between Jin and Chu, the blood spirit of the soul who has been repeatedly devastated, in the eyes of Xiang Zuoshi, this is still a child The daughter of the minister is a heroic, sassy and invincible, indomitable, with the white feathers flying up and down, Xiang Doctor's thoughts have drifted to the killing field of the killing sound and the bloody shadow, where he has also seen the female general who is not afraid of strong enemies and bravely kills the enemy, and the most regrettable thing is, he saw with his own eyes this female general who made him excited, and he died in front of him, which was a kind of pain that "beauty was completely destroyed in front of him in the most beautiful moment, and he was powerless".

Speaking from his heart, he knows better than anyone else: the cruelty of the battlefield never recognizes men and women; But the paradox is that if the ideal lady he longs for in his heart can charge into battle like a good woman, even if it is a killing field, it will make him full of pride and pride! But in reality, he was afraid that his wives were martial, in which case, it meant that they would die at any time.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew outside the door, Shang Wu did not grasp the Yu Yu in his hand, and was blown by this gust of wind and floated to the eyes of Doctor Xiang, he quickly reached out and grabbed it, and at that moment, his thoughts returned to the hall of reality in front of the last powerful Yu Ling halberd who "spit blood in his mouth, was full of arrows, and fell in front of his horse".

There was no blood in front of him, and there was no halberd, only the white feather in his hand, and the little girl who had just put away the dancing and singing in the hall, Shang Wu.

"What are you singing?" In order to hide the emotion just now, Dr. Xiang, who just cared about enjoying the dance and immersed in it, really didn't pay attention to the lyrics, so he asked casually.